So I drive up to my apartment parking spot yesterday →[More:]and a kid, about eight or nine, bouncing a faux-basketball, "casually" walks the two or three remaining steps to the nearby locked apartment gate (the one that never quite shuts all the way, which is fine with most of us) and "casually" pulls it all the way shut. Then "casually" continue to bounce his ball.

I just used my key.

But today, after waking from some ominous dreams, it occured to me I missed an opportunity to scare the hell out of the little shit. I should have walked to the gate and said "Now why would you do that?", "Please let me in, little boy", and then quickly used my key and stepped right up to him while lauging maniacally.

But maybe it's best that I didn't.